Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 168 Strategic Planning to Rescue the Tao Family

"You bastard, what do you want to do? Are you crazy?" Yu Aizhen's voice trembled slightly with excitement and nervousness.

Click!

Wang Xuesen unbuckled his belt, leaned close to her ear, and grinned mischievously: "Didn't you say you were already hanging out with men at thirteen or fourteen?"

"Someone who's been used to death is pretending to be an innocent, wealthy lady in front of me?"

"Only that idiot Wu Sibao would treat you like a treasure."

"Trying to impress me?"

"Who do you think you are!"

As he spoke, he reached out and removed the last bit of protection from under Yu Aizhen's cheongsam.

"you!"

Yu Aizhen's face turned pale and then flushed.

She's been around for so many years, and men have called her slutty and vicious, but few have dug up her past like Wang Xuesen did.

What's worse, she simply couldn't refute it.

Who in Shanghai's old ways doesn't know about her early life?

Yu Aizhen gritted her teeth and said, "Wang Xuesen, aren't you afraid I'll really sue you?"

Wang Xuesen scoffed, "Sue me?"

"Sue me for what?"

"Are you telling me to warn you against heading down a dead end?"

"Or are you telling me I shouldn't have stood up for Wu Sibao last night?"

He reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her face.

"Sister Zhen, you're a smart person."

"A smart person should know what to say and what to keep to themselves."

Yu Aizhen stared at him, then suddenly laughed: "Your mouth really should be sewn shut."

Wang Xuesen laughed and said, "I'm not in a hurry to sew my mouth shut, but yours needs to be sealed tighter."

As he spoke, he pressed himself against her forcefully.

"You bastard!"

Yu Aizhen calmed down, and the electric shock sensation in her body finally dissipated.

She sighed with a hint of resentment, "Now I finally understand why White Rose has been so hung up on you. This one hasty encounter is worth more than all the fun I've had in the past few decades."

Wang Xuesen handed her a cigarette and a light: "Didn't you suspect I had something going on?"

Yu Aizhen lit a cigarette and took a drag: "Whether you have a problem or not is not important. A woman's life is nothing more than money and that kind of thing."

"I've made a lot of money these days."

"The last bit of fun is all with you."

"I really envy Wanjia. With you by her side every day, her face is glowing with health and she's getting more and more beautiful."

"I used to think you weren't good enough for her, but now it seems she's the one who's not good enough for you."

"Um!"

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Wang Xuesen laughed and said, "Are you jealous?"

Yu Aizhen looked at his waist and said reluctantly, "Of course."

Wang Xuesen ignored her: "I suggest you take a few more deep breaths, otherwise, with your current delicate and effeminate appearance, Si Bao will get jealous again."

Yu Aizhen said, "Don't mention him. I get angry just thinking about that good-for-nothing."

"When will it be next time? —"

Wang Xuesen pinched her cheek possessively: "That depends on my mood."

Yu Aizhen quickly replied, "Today is a bit rushed, but I'll make sure you're satisfied when the opportunity arises."

Wang Xuesen pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Yu Aizhen is very sexy, and her figure and looks are okay, but she debuted early and has too much experience.

Not to mention Wanjia and Meiya, she is far inferior to Li Lu and Lady Huixiang.

It's only slightly better than a white rose.

The white rose is really meaningless; all it has left is that massage skill.

He got ahead purely based on his reputation.

Yu Aizhen took a few deep breaths and placed her hand on Xuesen's waist again: "No, I feel like I'm poisoned right now. I feel numb and have sensations all over my body whenever I see you."

"or----"

Wang Xuesen roughly slapped her hand away: "Get the hell out of here, what do you take me for?"

"Si Bao and I are good brothers, and both are upright gentlemen."

"Could I do something that would betray my brothers?"

Yu Aizhen glared at him resentfully: "Such an act."

After Wu Sibao finished his patrol, he saw a car parked in front of the building.

Is Ai-jeong here?

He rushed back to his office and asked Jiang Jun, "Is your sister-in-law here?"

Jiang Jun said, "They've arrived. They've gone to talk to Director Wang."

Wu Sibao immediately thought things were going bad.

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With Song Zhiwei's downfall, will Ai Zhen end up hanging out with Wang Xuesen again?

That's entirely possible.

Wang Xuesen doesn't often talk about it, but when it comes to this kind of thing, there's only zero times or countless times.

It's quite possible that Wang Xuesen was known for his philandering.

It's going to go bad, it's going to go bad!

He grabbed the pickled vegetables and ran as fast as he could towards Wang Xuesen's office.

inside the room.

Yu Aizhen was flirting with Wang Xuesen.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Wang Xuesen's ears twitched, and he immediately raised his hand to signal her to be quiet.

The two of them straightened their clothes almost simultaneously.

Yu Aizhen reacted quickly, raising her hand to straighten her hair, and forcibly turning the spring-like expression on her face into an angry one.

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The next second, the doorknob was turned.

The door wasn't locked.

Wu Sibao burst in, carrying two jars of pickled vegetables.

He entered the room with a look of urgency, his eyes first sweeping over Yu Aizhen before turning to Wang Xuesen.

In the office, Wang Xuesen stood in front of the desk, his face not looking too good.

Yu Aizhen was pointing her finger at Wang Xuesen and yelling, "You, Wang, let me tell you, this isn't over!"

"Don't try to fool me with that nonsense!"

"I, Yu Aizhen, am not a three-year-old child!"

Wu Sibao was stunned for a moment.

Wang Xuesen immediately spread his hands, looking aggrieved: "Sibao, you've come at the perfect time."

"Explain to Sister Zhen whether I arranged this or not!"

"I'll give you a suggestion, but she insists I'm the one doing this behind your back."

"Am I being wronged or not?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Sibao's suspicions immediately dissipated.

It turns out that Aizhen came to confront them and demand an explanation.

As long as it's not about cheating.

He quickly put the pickled vegetables on the table and reached out to pull Yu Aizhen: "Zhenzhen, that's enough, this really can't be blamed on Xuesen."

"I asked him for the idea, and I paid him to find the person."

"He just saw that I was upset and offered me some advice."

"Stop messing around. If people outside hear this, where will I put my face?"

Yu Aizhen shook off his hand, her momentum undiminished: "You still have the nerve?"

"You surnamed Wu, you almost scared me to death last night!"

Wu Sibao smiled sheepishly, "Yes, yes, I was wrong."

"Let's talk about it when we get home, let's talk about it when we get home."

He grinned at Wang Xuesen again, "Xuesen, don't you dislike apples and salted duck eggs?"

"I brought you two jars of pickled vegetables today."

"The old shop's food is refreshing and goes perfectly with congee."

Wang Xuesen looked at the two jars of pickled vegetables and was speechless.

That's it?

It's not even as good as a salted duck egg.

He replied politely, "Thanks, brother-in-law."

Before leaving, Yu Aizhen glared at Wang Xuesen one last time: "You just wait, Wang, this isn't over."

A few junior agents peeked out from the stairwell to watch the commotion, but Wu Sibao glared at them and they immediately shrank back in fright.

As he walked, he secretly sized up Yu Aizhen.

Her face was radiant, her eyes were moist, and there was sweat at her temples.

Wu Sibao's heart skipped a beat again.

It's not hot today.

"Zhenzhen, are you alright?"

Why is your face so red?

He asked with a puzzled look.

Yu Aizhen stopped and turned to glare at him: "What do you think?"

"If you had arrived any later, I would have slapped him twice across the face today."

"Arguing isn't difficult, is it?"

My throat is practically on fire!

Wu Sibao nodded quickly: "It's difficult, very difficult."

"That kid really has a sharp tongue."

Yu Aizhen gritted her teeth and said, "Sooner or later I'll have someone chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

Seeing her look like she wanted to devour someone, Wu Sibao felt relieved.

It happened from arguing.

Then it's alright.

He put his arm around Yu Aizhen and walked out, coaxing her, "Don't be upset, I'll treat you to a meal later."

Inside the office.

Wang Xuesen locked the door behind him, sat back in his chair, closed his eyes for a moment, and began to ponder his business.

The most pressing issue right now is the situation of Tao Shengxi's family.

When "The Secret Agreement Between Wang and Japan" was published in a Hong Kong newspaper, it sparked widespread condemnation across the country.

Wang Jingwei was furious, and the Japanese were even less likely to let it go.

Li Shiqun will most likely return to Shanghai ahead of schedule.

Once Lao Li returns, Tao Shengxi's wife and daughters will never be able to leave again.

This matter cannot be delayed.

Wang Xuesen had already tried this approach once before.

Find a foreign police officer in the International Settlement and use the pretext of "negotiating to get the person out" to get him released.

But the Japanese had given prior notice that while the foreigners were all smiles when they received the money, they backed down when it came to actually getting things done.

What can make foreign devils bow down is a gun.

The only thing that can make the Japanese let go is the Japanese themselves.

We'll take action tonight.

But there's a problem right now: Wu Sibao.

He personally sent people to keep watch.

If the person on the other end makes a call and Wu Sibao rushes over, it will be troublesome if it alerts Kagesa Teisho or the military police.

We need to transfer him away.

It also needs to be adjusted to look natural.

Wang Xuesen went over the entire plan in his mind twice.

There are risks.

But we can fight.

It's settled then.

He reached for the phone, about to dial, when his gaze suddenly fell on the base of the phone.

There used to be a short stubble of hair lying there.

It is only one centimeter long.

Only a few millimeters are exposed.

This is the mark he left himself.

He can usually tell who touches the phone.

Now, the hair is gone.

Wang Xuesen's fingers stopped on the dial, and his eyes turned cold.

Someone has been in his office.

They even touched the phone.

Because it involved Shibuya and Li Shiqun's business dealings, Li Shiqun had asked Ye Jiqing to make a promise that even with internal surveillance, his phone calls would not be tapped.

Old Li is a suspicious man, but he's also very interested in money.

At least on this matter, we won't easily break off relations.

Ding Mocun is now powerless and has no guts.

Wu Sibao is brainless. If he really wanted to search, he would turn the drawers upside down like a doghouse, not just touch the phone.

Then there's only one person left.

Hu Junhe.

Old Hu's bookstore raid yesterday ended in failure, a complete embarrassment. He'll definitely be conducting a search in the building.

In his desperation, he resorted to desperate measures, installing listening wires in various offices—a move perfectly in line with his personality.

It's not necessarily because they're targeting me specifically.

Having figured things out, Wang Xuesen leaned back in his chair and sneered.

Row.

You want to hear it.

I'll let you hear something valuable.

He picked up the receiver and dialed a number.

After the call connected, Wang Xuesen lowered his voice and said, "Hello, it's me."

"I need a shipment of opium."

"I don't care if you're looking for someone surnamed Ma, Chen, Zhang, or Li, I absolutely need this shipment."

"Okay, same old procedure, put it in warehouse number three at the dock."

"Get everything arranged before tonight."

"You don't need to worry about the rest; someone will take care of it."

"Just do as instructed."

"You'll get your money back."

After he finished speaking, he slammed down the phone.

Intelligence Office.

Hu Junhe sat in a chair reviewing documents.

Several expense reports, bonus lists, and labor insurance subsidy slips were spread out on the table.

Li Shiqun is coming back soon.

During my few days as acting director, I should sign as many documents as possible and approve as many approvals as possible.

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Otherwise, when Lao Li comes back, Ye Yaoxian and his gang will try to hold him hostage again.

The brothers in the intelligence department were left to starve following him, and although they didn't say anything, they were all resentful.

Even if Hu Junhe was greedy, he knew that his subordinates couldn't starve to death.

He picked up his pen and quickly signed his name.

After signing the last document, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Power is something you can't bear to part with once you've got your hands on it.

Even if it's just for a few days as acting director, the taste is enough to make you addicted.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Peng Sanhu pushed open the door and came in, holding a notebook in his hand: "Director, this is the wiretapped record of the building's external phone calls this morning."

"Something's up?"

Hu Junhe raised an eyebrow, his pen hovering in mid-air.

Peng Sanhu pushed the notebook forward, his expression somewhat strange: "Director, Wu Sibao made a few phone calls."

"They're probably insulting you."

Hu Junhe took the notebook, sneered, and said, "Insulting me?"

"What kind of nonsense could Wu Sibao possibly spout?"

Peng Sanhu said in a low voice, "He said that with him around, you can forget about anything good happening to you."

"What else is there to say? You deserved to have failed at the bookstore this time."

Hu Junhe frowned.

He had calmed down considerably, but upon hearing these words, the anger in his chest flared up again.

Wu Sibao ruined his plans, and afterwards he still dared to gossip about it.

This is not bullying.

This is someone urinating while riding on his neck.

Hu Junhe closed the notebook, gently placed it on the table, and sneered, "What a despicable person."

"I knew it was him."

He bit his lip lightly and tilted his chin: "Okay."

"If he wants to play with me, I'll accept it."

"With me here, he has no chance of becoming the deputy director."

Peng Sanhu nodded and opened the notebook again: "There's another entry, a suspicious record about Wang Xuesen."

Hu Junhe exclaimed in surprise: "Xue Sen?"

"Who did he call?"

Peng Sanhu pulled out one of the pages and handed it to him.

"The call was made to an outbound party, and the voice was kept very low. Our people only remembered the gist of it."

Hu Junhe's face darkened, and he reached out to take the note.

He was never quite sure about Wang Xuesen.

Wang Xuesen was as slippery as an eel, always smiling at everyone and able to befriend anyone.

But this person is exceptionally capable, generous with money, and speaks in a way that makes people feel comfortable.

Hu Junhe is greedy, but not stupid.

He knew that this kind of person should not be underestimated.

If Wang Xuesen is really in cahoots with Wu Sibao behind the scenes, it will be a big problem for me.

There wasn't much written on the note.

We need a batch of opium.

Warehouse No. 3

Get everything arranged before tonight.

Same as always.

Hu Junhe's expression changed after reading it.

Instead of making a statement, he picked up the phone on the table and quickly dialed the number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

Hu Junhe laughed: "Hey, Xuesen, it's me."

"Well, didn't I ask you to get me some more tobacco yesterday?"

"Have you made any progress on your end?"

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Hu Junhe's smile widened: "Oh, Warehouse Number Three, the usual place, right?"

"Thank you, thank you."

"I'll treat you to dinner once the goods are shipped."

"Okay, that's settled."

The phone hangs up.

Hu Junhe breathed a long sigh of relief: "Xuesen is a kind and honest man."

Peng Sanhu, observing his expression, cautiously asked, "Director, what about Director Wang—"

Hu Junhe tapped his fingers on the table.

He secretly planted several eavesdroppers in the building this time, specifically to find out who leaked the information about the bookstore incident.

Now that Wu Sibao has been cursing so vehemently on the phone, it's basically equivalent to admitting guilt.

Listening any further might not be helpful.

If Wang Xuesen were to find out, it would be no small matter.

Wang Xuesen is usually polite and amiable, but when he really turns on you, he's not someone to be trifled with.

With the competition for deputy director looming, we absolutely cannot afford to lose this ally.

Hu Junhe thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "When you're on duty tonight, turn off the wiretapping in Wang Xuesen's office."

Peng Sanhu was taken aback: "Only evacuate Director Wang's side?"

Hu Junhe squinted and said, "No."

"Everyone in the building has been evacuated."

"Since Wu Sibao has already admitted it, there's no point in continuing to eavesdrop."

Peng Sanhu immediately replied, "Yes."

5:30 p.m.

Wang Xuesen stood by the office window and glanced at his watch.

In the courtyard, Wu Sibao's men were inspecting the car.

He glanced at it, then drew the curtains. If Hu Junhe called, it meant the fish had taken the bait.

The matter of opium was a reassurance for Hu Junhe.

In reality, it was intelligence he passed on to Qingfu.

If all goes well, Qingfu has already signaled to Chen Gongshu and Liu Fabao that tonight's operation can proceed as scheduled.

Wang Xuesen picked up his briefcase, checked the drawer lock, locked the door, and hurried downstairs.

Upon arriving in the lobby, he deliberately slowed down a few steps.

Wu Sibao was seen walking out from inside.

He quickly walked a few steps to greet her: "Sibao."

"Four Guarantees".

When Wu Sibao saw it was him, he immediately grinned: "Xuesen, what's up?"

Wang Xuesen walked alongside him outside, saying, "Let's invite Sister Zhen over for dinner tonight."

Wu Sibao paused in his steps.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Xuesen sighed: "Anyway, it's my fault for being nosy about Song Zhiwei's matter."

"I understand why Sister Zhen came to make trouble today."

"Women are thin-skinned and easily angered; they always need to be coaxed."

"I'll apologize to her in person, and let's not let this cause any rift between us brothers."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sibao felt much more at ease.

He's the kind of person who falls for that kind of thing the most.

When others give him face, he feels proud and pleased.

But remembering his appointment that evening, he shook his head: "Brother, I appreciate your kind offer."

"However, let's reschedule for dinner another day."

I'm meeting up with a friend tonight.

Wang Xuesen's brow twitched slightly: "Who?"

Wu Sibao looked around and lowered his voice: "Liu Fabao, Zhang Xiaolin's favorite."

"As you know, when my elder brother passed away, he entrusted me with taking over part of Yu Yefeng's territory."

"Zhang Fayao is too powerful now, and there are still many disputes over territory that haven't been resolved."

"Zhang Xiaolin said he transferred the money to his elder brother, but his son and some of his underlings are just idiots who won't admit it."

"I have to go talk to them."

Wang Xuesen stopped and, as if seriously considering his options, said, "Then you should bring more people."

"Don't go to places you've just recently acquired."

"Those kinds of places are a mixed bag, and it's easy for someone to betray you."

"Let's talk on Sanhetang's turf, at least it's a place you're familiar with."

Wu Sibao waved his hand dismissively: "Forget it."

"My brother is at the height of his power now, and Zhang Xiaolin still has to fawn over him."

"Do those bastards under his command dare to touch me?"

"Don't you want to live anymore?"

Wang Xuesen patted him on the shoulder: "Okay then."

"I was just saying something out of turn."

"be safe."

Wu Sibao laughed and scolded, "You're becoming more and more like an old woman."

"Don't worry, if anything happens, I can get the entire security force to handle it with just one phone call."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "Then I'll go first."

The two parted ways at the door.

Wang Xuesen got into the car and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingfu is reliable. If Liu Fabao can hold Wu Sibao up tonight, the rescue plan will be half successful.

night.

Jishi Pharmacy.

Wang Xuesen's car stopped at the street corner.

After getting out of the car, he didn't go in immediately, but instead glanced around the street first.

A vendor selling wontons, a rickshaw puller.

There were quite a few people, but they all looked ordinary.

Ordinary is safe.

Wang Xuesen pushed open the door and entered the pharmacy.

I entered the consultation room.

Du Song looked up at him and asked, "You're here?"

Wang Xuesen put his briefcase on the table and his first question was, "Where's the bonus?"

The hidden door to the inner room opened, and Chen Gongshu walked out.

His expression was initially serious, but upon hearing this, he couldn't hold back: "Really?"

"Does he have to be so greedy?"

Du Song glared at him: "You come in and the first thing you ask about is money, what kind of behavior is that?"

Wang Xuesen stated matter-of-factly, "I risked my life for this job, so what's wrong with asking about the bonus?"

"Does this mean that freeloading is all the rage in your Military Intelligence Bureau now?"

Chen Gongshu pursed his lips: "It hasn't been sent yet, but once it is, it will definitely be delivered to you as soon as possible."

"Let's get down to business."

"Your friend already confirmed the code with me during the day."

"I had Jiang Anhua lead a group of people and put them in military police uniforms."

"Go to the Tao family to pick up the person at 10 PM tonight."

"How many of you can speak Japanese?" Wang Xuesen asked cautiously.

Chen Gongshu said, "Two."

"They're all veterans, and their accents are similar too."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "That's enough."

"But once you get there, don't waste your breath."

"The Japanese military police don't need to explain too much to Wu Sibao's people when they do things."

"The more aggressive the attitude, the less they dare to stop us."

Du Song put the wrapped medicine aside and said in a deep voice, "How many people are keeping an eye on the Tao family?"

Wang Xuesen said, "Wu Sibao has four men openly and two secretly."

"They're all slackers from the guard unit."

"It's not difficult to handle them."

"The problem is if they make outbound phone calls."

Chen Gongshu asked, "Can we cut the line?"

Wang Xuesen shook his head: "No."

"The tangent is too obvious."

"All the clues actually prove that someone took action."

"Let them fight."

Chen Gongshu frowned: "Let them fight?"

Wang Xuesen said, "Yes."

"Their first reaction would definitely be to look for Wu Sibao."

"I've already had Wu Sibao lured away."

"He most likely won't be stationed at number 76."

"They only contacted the people on duty in the building because they couldn't get in touch with Wu Sibao."

Chen Gongshu immediately understood: "Hu Junhe."

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "Hu Junhe will definitely be on duty tonight. Li Shiqun is back, and he'll be busy dismantling the wiretapping device."

"But he might not send anyone."

Even if they do send it, it will be delayed.

"He's hoping something bad will happen to Wu Sibao right now."

Du Song looked at him and laughed, "You've included Hu Junhe and Wu Sibao in your calculations."

Wang Xuesen did not deny it: "Neither of these two are good people, it's rare to see them biting so fiercely."

"Why not take advantage of it?"

"Have you arranged for the people to be transferred and receive them?"

Chen Gongshu nodded: "You don't need to worry about the transfer of channels."

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"The road to Wan Molin's place was paved a month ago."

"Once the person is brought out, they can leave by sea tonight."

"The British warships have already been dealt with."

Wang Xuesen looked at him: "Are the British reliable?"

Chen Gongshu said, "If the money is there, they are reliable."

Wang Xuesen immediately reached out his hand: "Then where's my money?"

Chen Gongshu's face darkened: "Can you please stop talking about money all the time?"

Wang Xuesen sneered: "The British are reliable once they take money, but I'm a money-grubber?"

"You can't be so hypocritical."

Du Song couldn't help but cough: "Xue Sen, let's get down to business."

Wang Xuesen said, "I'm talking about the important matter at hand."

"Remember to pay me after it's done."

"If you're missing a piece, next time I'll make you go to the gate of No. 76 and bang on the gong to rescue people yourselves."

Chen Gongshu laughed in exasperation: "Fine, here you go."

"You're absolutely obsessed with money."

Wang Xuesen nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

Du Song pressed down on his briefcase: "What's the rush?"

"There's one more important matter."

Seeing his posture, Wang Xuesen immediately had a bad feeling: "Can I not listen?"

Chen Gongshu said, "You must listen."

Du Song said slowly, "Boss Dai secretly sent someone to Shanghai."

"This person's name is Huang Yiguang."

"People from Kunming Flight School."

You should have heard of him.

Wang Xuesen shook his head decisively: "Sorry, I've never heard of it."

Du Song paused for a moment, as if somewhat surprised.

Chen Gongshu continued, "He is a Chinese Mexican, known as the Strongman."

"I once killed a tiger with my bare hands in Indonesia and was called a tiger-fighting hero."

Wang Xuesen clicked his tongue and said, "Killing a tiger with bare hands? More like Gong Baiwan."

"Gong Baiwan? Who is that?" Chen Gongshu and Lao Du asked at the same time.

Wang Xuesen waved his hand: "Useless! Go back to talking about Tiger-Slaying Lang."

Chen Gongshu said, "Whether it's an exaggeration or not, his skills are indeed very good."

"Most importantly, he had met Wang Jingwei at a welcome party hosted by the Chinese community in Paris and even took a photo with him."

"Later in 1938 in Hankou, he was invited by Wang Jingwei to visit Wang's private residence."

"He got into flight school on the recommendation of Wang Jingwei."

Wang Xuesen's expression turned solemn.

He already understood: "Boss Dai sent him here, not to assassinate Wang Jingwei, is he?"

Du Song looked at him and nodded, saying, "Thorn Wang."

Wang Xuesen slowly exhaled.

"This is difficult."

"It's incredibly difficult."

"I claimed to be Wang's student, and I sent him a visiting card as soon as I came to Shanghai."

"I still haven't been put on the waiting list."

"Getting in touch with Wang now is harder than climbing to heaven."

Chen Gongshu said, "So we hope you can give him a push."

"Try to give him a chance to see Wang."

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